My Darling Sick Beauty

Countless vines entangled in the ancient wood.

Residual Xia afterglow from the cracks between the branches and leaves leakage, sprinkled in front of us, like a dazzling broken gold.

There are few quiet moments like this in the palazzo.

Even if there are only two real princes living here, there are often little demons serving in and out, so there are chirping birds and the sound of all things growing. It is the place with the most aura in the demon world.

But now, the bright red Sutra flags are spread in the wind, solemn and quiet. Even the sound of breathing is slight, so quiet that the needle can be heard.

Qinglin stood in the palace of all souls, wearing a dark blue robe. She carried her hands on her back and looked down at the pearls of pure fire on the platform.

The afterglow closed, and the outside world cast in a thick cloud.

The news that liezhen's soul has returned to heaven and earth has spread to all walks of life. In the near future, people who are willing to come will come to mourn and see him off. And this bead of pure fire will be put into the four Xiang Dan furnace again to breed a new kind of sacred animal.

The way of inheritance of the demon world is different from that of other circles. They can't produce pure holy beast demons when they are combined with any race. Only after they die, can they put the pearls of the holy body back into the Si Xiang Dan furnace, and then a new real king will be born to replace them.

It is because of this that only two real kings will appear at the same time in the demon world, and it is not known whether the next one will appear from the four elephant Dan stove, be white tiger or Xuanwu, or a new rosefinch.

Outside the hall, there was a small sound of rain, a gentle sound of rain beating leaves through the forest, and a light sound of raindrops falling into the umbrella.

The Wanling palace is held in the air by countless ancient trees and vines. It is more than ten feet high.

If Qinglin turns around like a feeling, she will see the chariot drawn by the warhorse under the ancient wood. She frowns, then slowly releases her eyebrows, takes a few steps, and jumps down from the gate of Wanling palace.

She met her old friend.

The umbrella is very common, with blue lines on its surface. The wooden handle was held tightly by a slender hand. His snow covered hair was gathered up by a simple Hosta, and his shoulders were covered with a fluffy Cape, which completely shrouded his slender body.

It was the first time that Qinglin saw him after that.

She held out her hand, took Jiang Zheliu's hand, took the umbrella handle from his heart, raised the umbrella, blocked it above him, and said in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

"No one else seems to be moving fast enough." Jiang Zheliu said, "or, dare not come to Wanling palace to condole."

Qinglin did not answer the second half of his sentence, but said: "although the concept of Danxin is not far from the demon world, you don't think it's dangerous to come here like this."

"I was just about to tell you." Jiang Zheliu took a look at the bracelet on his wrist. "Don't touch me, you will get hurt."

Qinglin looked at the bracelet with his eyes and said, "liezhen told me about this, I know."

Qinglong Zhenjun is much calmer and more mature than that rosefinch. However, because the height of the sacred animals coming out of the four Xiang Dan stove is fixed, even if she is a nun, her height is the same as liezhen, a little higher than Jiang Zheliu.

Her hair was black and her eyes were blue. Below the eyelid, there is a fine dragon scale, shining and elongated along the tail of the eye. Due to the influence of Qinglong's body, her body temperature is very normal, which is lower than normal, such as the temperature of lake water at normal temperature.

"His holy body has become a pearl of pure fire." Qinglin said, "don't be too sad."

Jiang Zheliu laughed and said, "do I look sad?"

"No." Qinglin lowered his head to approach him a few inches, blue eyes on the dark eyes, "you are the most deceptive."

When she said that, her words suddenly stopped, as if she felt something incredible. She turned her head and drew closer. She took a deep breath. When she almost touched Jiang Zheliu's shoulder, she suddenly stopped.

"You..." Qinglin turned her head and almost stepped back subconsciously, but she still held up her umbrella for Zheliu, but she didn't move. "You're too... Give the four elephants a chance to survive. Now I'm full of thinking about taking you back to the nest and hiding."

"Take it back to the nest." Jiang Zheliu took a look at the Wanling palace, "I can't go up."

Qinglin turned her head and looked at the carriage not far away. She could feel that there seemed to be two small demons in it. One of them was not a pure demon family, but they were too weak to care about.

She raised her arm around Jiang Zheliu's waist, and then she really touched each other. Qinglin looked at him from the side, then took him into the Wanling palace.

Although the Wanling palace was built in mid air, it was not small in scale. Jiang Zheliu has never been to this place before.

After Qinglin brought him up, he took back his hand, closed the umbrella and put it beside the door.

The bead of pure fire hovered and rotated on a platform, and there were bursts of blazing heat.

Jiang Zheliu walked a few steps closer and stared at the red turning bead. He didn't speak for a long time. After a short time, he sighed and asked, "what's the matter, do you know?"

"He was injured at the night of hearing." Qinglin said, "when I came back to recuperate, I happened to have a period of time to go out to deal with the affairs of the demon tribe border. After I came back, his breath was rapidly declining, falling down again and again, and soon he became a pearl."

"Rosefinch is invincible. I don't think that kind of injury can kill him."

"I think so, too." Qinglin said, "but when I came back, he was already in a self defensive state with folded wings. I didn't ask anything."

They fell into a brief silence.

It's a good thing for the rest of the world that the soul of Zhuque Zhenjun returns to heaven and earth. Before the next four elephant beast grows up to this level, Qinglin is the only one in the demon world to support it. In many cases, it will suffer a big loss.

But there are too few people in the world who can do this. In addition to hearing people's night, even his father's hearing people's death will make a lot of noise, and to a large extent, he can't do it. In addition, what else can he do?

If you don't guess in the demon world, you have to be plotted.

"Scheming..." Qinglin slowly closed her eyes and sat on the seat in the hall. After thinking for a while, she opened her eyes again and said, "broken willow, what do you think?"

Jiang Zheliu approached for a few steps, slowly analyzed and screened in his mind, and said, "let me see the pure fire bead."

Qinglin said, "OK, I'll give it to you after wrapping it with Lingli..."

In the middle of her speech, she saw that the slowly rotating bead came towards the river like a willow. All the flames and blazing heat around it were converged, and it was like a red sugar bean.

... the rebellion is so fast that it is worthy of the spirit of heaven.

Jiang Zheliu reached for jinghuozhu and looked at it carefully. With his extremely sensitive constitution to aura, he could feel the subtle features that other people couldn't feel.

He rubbed the whole body of the bead carefully. His movement stopped for a moment, and suddenly said: "Qinglin."

"Well?"

"Is the Lord of the nether world still locked?"

Qinglin was stunned for a moment, and said: "yes, in order to save the little Pavilion leader of the matchless sword Pavilion, you almost broke his chain... It's like being locked by the huge chain at the bottom of the Styx river. He can't get out."

Half way through, she suddenly realized something.

They subconsciously feel that the only way to kill lie is to hear people's night, that is, they don't count the Lord of the nether world at the bottom of the Styx River, because the other side has been silent for a long time, so he can't get out of the Styx river.

But the absence of noumenon does not mean that he has no ability to kill.

"There is a little smell of the Ming River on the Pearl of pure fire."

Jiang Zheliu returned the Pearl of pure fire and said: "when I rescued Yujie, I had a close contact with the water of the Styx river. It had a smell of... Decay."

Qinglin looked at him steadily. For a moment, he felt that his throat was dry and he didn't know what to say.

He Zhixiang's noumenon is unfathomable, but it is limited by the Styx River and lives in the netherworld forever. However, there are countless ghosts under his command, and his combat power is second only to the warlike demon world of the whole people.

"But how did he know that lie was really hurt. According to the speed of information circulation, when it comes to the nether world, liezhen's wounds are better. " Qinglin took a look at Jiang Zheliu, and without waiting for the other party to reply, he then responded, "so, do you think there are ghosts in the demon world?"

Jiang Zheliu sighed and said, "it's not necessarily the demon world. In a word, you should be careful."

Qinglin nodded. She turned her eyes and looked at the falling rain outside the Wanling palace. After a while, she said, "don't worry about me. I will investigate this matter. Besides, I'm not hurt, and I won't make you more sad."

Jiang Zheliu turned her eyes and looked at her, as if she didn't want to argue, but finally she said softly, "I should advise you not to be sad."

The other side didn't have a corresponding answer, and Jiang Zheliu didn't go on. Instead, he looked down at the green dragon tail wrapped around his feet, coughed and said, "control it."

Qinglin glanced at his tail and sighed: "it's the killer of the demon clan. It's you who are so fragrant, but I look like a hooligan."

She complained, the dragon's tail slowly convergence back. Qinglin stood up again and said, "do you want to stay in Wanling palace for a few days? It's like I don't want you to come here. "

"No more." Jiang Zheliu said, "I told the little devil to wait for him in Zhongnanshan. I'm afraid he won't find anyone to worry about."

Qinglin was stunned for a moment. She put the title of "little devil king" on her lips and tasted it. She shook her head and laughed and said, "what's the matter? I listen to you talk like this. It's like saying that Daolu is waiting for me to go home for dinner. I'm like that Fox friend who stops you from going home. "

"I'm not a Taoist yet." Jiang Zheliu corrected.

"All right." Qinglin walks a few steps closer, arms around his waist, careful not to touch the aggressive ink bracelet, her breath is very soft, without a little bit of aggression, Jiang Zheliu's mood is stable, naturally can't stimulate the hostility of ink bracelet.

"I'll take you down." She turned her head, got close to Jiang Zheliu and took a breath. Suddenly, she said in a low voice, "can you tell me why he can do it?"

Qinglin's body has a smell similar to rain, which is an extremely fresh breath.

"I know you're disappointed in us." She said, "but is there no chance? Or... "

"Friends." Jiang Zheliu interrupted her, eyes without waves and waves, "the rain is going to get bigger."

Qinglin had a good talk.

Everything is like no result, no ending, no answer.

She unfolded the paper umbrella, took the other party down from the Palazzo and returned to the carriage. But she did not return the umbrella to him. Instead, she watched the carriage leave and shook off the raindrops again,

The river broken willow is still the river broken willow, as if it will never change.

Change is the world.

It's still a good person, but it doesn't belong to her.

The rain is beginning to sound.

It will take a long time for the carriage to leave the demon world. Even if the straight-line distance between Danxin temple and Wanling palace is very close, it will not hinder the fact that they live in the two worlds. It will take two days to get out of the demon world completely, which is the result of the war horse bonus of the demon world.

Jiang Zheliu has no accomplishments and no ability to trace down. But he knew that it had nothing to do with the little demon king, and it was a matter worthy of celebration that the demon world and the demon world could not easily conflict because of this.

And this is really liezhen's last leg.

It's clear that he is a white haired man. How can he send someone off?

As soon as Jiang Zheliu got on the carriage, he was replaced by achu with a Soft Velvet Cape slightly stained with rain, and put on another light blue robe. He coughed a few times with his lips covered. He felt that he had been thinking too much recently. His headache was mixed with the pain in his body. When he took the medicine slowly, it broke out again. The pain was unbearable, and it was as fragile as a piece of porcelain full of cracks.

But the medicine still works, and the effect of Fusheng stone is better than that of Zhongnanshan.

Jiang Zheliu took the warm tea from achu and listened to the little deer's complaints. As soon as he wanted to say something, he found that the carriage had stopped again.

He raised his eyes and saw Chang Qian get into the carriage. He was confused and said, "brother... We seem to be lost..."

... he could hear the word "lost" from Banyao's mouth.

Chang Qian's sense of direction has always been very good, and his cultivation is not very bad, and it's not difficult for the demon Kingdom headquarters to go

Jiang Zheliu looked up at him, looked out of the carriage window, and saw that the continuous rain was slowly weakening at the moment.

"Brother... I can't seem to get out here." Chang Qian scratched his head, "and the rain in the sky has become strange, with a... Strange smell."

Jiang Zheliu took a deep breath, closed his eyes and said: "Ming River."

The surrounding scene changes rapidly, like a kind of space replacement in advance. This space seems to be cut out temporarily, grafted on the right road, and then directly into other exits.

Jiang folded Liu's coat and lifted the car curtain.

All around is no longer lush demon world ancient wood and vines, there is no trace of aura. The sky was dark, and there seemed to be something blocking all the light above, except that the ground was blue and slightly glowing.

There is a layer of transparent border around. Ghosts and ghosts at the bottom of the Styx all lie outside the border and lean over with their cruel faces.

Jiang Zheliu heard the familiar footsteps.

He turned around and saw the cold light reflected from the ice sheath of Lingxiao sword in a gloomy shadow.

Zhu Wuxin stands opposite him.

He has never seen this kind of expression on his careless face, which is hard to describe. If he has to say, it is like that he tried his best to find a broken toy without sacrifice. After finding it, he found that the toy has become a treasure in other people's hands. It has been changed and carefully repaired, and it has become an appearance that he is not qualified to touch.

Jiang Zheliu looked at him quietly.

His eyes were dark and dull, always like this, with an indistinguishable chill winding up.

Until I wish no heart language, tune slightly astringent way: "elder martial brother."

"Well."

Jiang Zheliu answered faintly and said, "what are you like? Did you make a deal?"

"Yes." Zhu Wuxin lowered his head and slowly grasped Lingxiao sword in his palm. "I don't want anything, I only want you."

"What does he want?"

"He wants to get out of trouble." Zhu Wuxin said, "he doesn't want to be trapped under the Styx any more."

Jiang Zheliu walked over step by step, and there was no waves in his tone, not even a trace of anger.

"What's the price? In what way. "

"The attachment skill of Guixiu." Zhu Wuxin, seeing him at this time, had the idea of retreating, but he didn't, but still stood in the same place, "Lord he made a mark on my spirit."

He spread out his hand slowly, and there was a black mark on it, which was a very complicated sign of ghost repair.

It can't be described as willful. It's crazy. Jiang Zheliu even felt that he had been poisoned, or that he had been controlled by some kind of poisonous insect, Qiwen or poison, or by some kind of person... He would not do such a thing if he had a little love for Xiuzhen world and Lingxiao school, and a little reason.

Jiang Zheliu breathed out a deep breath, and his voice was dumb: "do you know what you are doing?"

"I know."

I wish you no intention to look at him.

"Elder martial brother, I don't want anything. I only want you. You --"

After a crisp sound, his voice stopped abruptly.

He was slapped by Jiang Zheliu. The strength didn't save at all. The bright red finger marks appeared on the white and handsome face.

But Jiang Zheliu did not have more strength. He looked around and turned around: "roll."

Zhu Wuxin didn't move. He stroked the finger mark on his face and held each other's corner.

"Elder martial brother..."

"I should have killed you."

Jiang Zheliu turned his eyes and looked at him coldly: "I should have killed you with a sword."

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The magic world, Xuantong gate.

There's blood all over the place.

Blood splashed on the bone armor, red flowing down the gap. Hearing that night, he raised his feet and crushed the alien head in front of him. He frowned and said, "that's it?"

Shi Bingchen squats down helplessly, picks from the broken head of the Lord, and finally gets a piece of crystal from the heterogeneous brain.

"Yes, that's it." Shi Bingchen said, "the records I found in zongsitai show that the more powerful the alien creatures are after they die, the more transparent the stone will condense."

This kind of transparent spirit stone can supplement people's vitality. It's just that the common big demons can't kill this kind of alien. It's only among the different species that guard the treasure.

Hearing that night, he took the colorless Spirit stone and put it in his hand for a moment. He felt more and more uneasy. He suddenly covered his heart and felt extremely depressed.

"Lord, is this just the right thing for the empress? I heard that Xiuzhen world is very poor. Why don't we take care of it earlier? "

Shi Bingchen just said two words, and then he heard the Lord suddenly say: "I can't feel it."

"What?"

"Bracelets."

"Ho, a bracelet..." Shi Bingchen said, and his expression gradually changed. He reflected what Bracelet it was and stammered, "the devil, the one after the devil..."

He looked blankly at the Lord's half face wrapped in blood colored bone armor. From behind him, a pair of long wings with bone spurs and countless demon seal characters spread out, and his whole body was filled with the horror of the final villain.

The next moment, the figure of the night suddenly disappeared, turned into a bloody streamer, broke through the dome of the demon world.

Shi Bingchen blinked, patted his thigh and looked around: "Why are you still in a daze? Keep up with me!"

A circle of demons who have been beaten for three days and two nights by Wen renye have just reflected from their dullness. They look at the place where the bloody streamer disappears and the ice release mark.

"Lord, he..."

"I think something happened to the queen." Shi Bingchen rolled his sleeve and said, "let's go and grab the daughter-in-law with the Lord!"

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Shi Bingchen: let's go, brothers, after the devil!

Demons who have been cleaned up for several days by the Lord